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Bye Bye Jeff Nielsen. Good luck in Minnesota.

Now this is someone who is committed to rapid transit. I’m not worthy.

Is this really true? “It takes a week to make a jelly bean.” Wow.

Sitting at work covering for the consultant. Gave me a chance to drudge
around a few useless fact sites. Using google, I found this gem about
Elvis at my alma mater
– “In 1977 there were 37 Elvis impersonators in the world. In 1993,
there were 48,000. If the growth rate continues, then by the year 2010
1 in 3 people will be an Elvis impersonator.” Kung-Fu Monkey Productions doesn’t blog, but they’d fit right in.

Mike found a great bit of trivia: “The smallest unit of time is the yoctosecond.” Blogger went through a period when they were working on their dynamic ‘fresh‘ blogs. They were very excited when they got it sorted by the minute. I think they should rewrite it using yoctoseconds.

Like Hockey? You’ll love Head Hockey!

When you want folk radio? Tune to Grassy Hill Radio. The first few songs were more melow than I like, however, it’s all new to me, which is nice.

Shaft! Eh, I saw the movie. Not this site. Really…

Oh, just to give some balance to that huge Left Behind post, I also watched my new Pulp Fiction DVD today. How’s that for juxtaposition?

I’ve been reading a scary book. It’s Left Behind by Tim LaHaye and Jerry Jenkins. No, I didn’t buy it at the “World’s Largest Bible Prophecy Bookstore“. However, it is giving me the creeps and making me think. It’s about the people who get left behind on Earth after the Rapture. I’ve been to church a few times, mostly at Easter with a girlfriend, weddings, or funerals. I read the Bible as literature
(you know, gotta watch the church/state stuff) once in high school
English. I went to a Christian preschool, but I don’t remember any
actual religious teaching. I may be forgetting a few things, but that
pretty much covers my religious background. Hence, I think it’s safe to
say I would be left behind if the rapture happens—say tomorrow
morning—as it does in the book.

One of the characters is an airline pilot whose wife and son go
to heaven and leave him behind with their college age daughter. The
thoughts of these two characters, especially the daughter, are
frightening close to my own. Even confronted with by a reality which
proves (let’s say for arguments sake, OK?) the rapture, the daughter
continues to appeal to logic as a rationale for disbelief. The Dad
figures it out pretty quick and gets busy building a relationship with
God. Well, this is a blog, not a journal, so this needs to close soon.
Suffice it to say, it’s really weird
being a fence walking agnostic reading this book.